"Senior Brother Xiao, calm down!"
Deng Jiaoyue said in a sweet voice quickly, with admiration rising in her eyes, and her body moved slightly closer to Xiao Yuehen.
"Junior Sister Jiaoyue, you are not bad. I don't want to go to the Jiuyou Clan with the extra people, but since you have found me, then go with me!"
Xiao Yuehen glanced at Deng Jiaoyue and said indifferently.
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Deng Jiaoyue smiled coquettishly, twisted her body, and moved towards Xiao Yuehen's body.
"Junior Sister Jiaoyue, I like the smell of you!"
Facing Deng Jiaoyue who was approaching closely, Xiao Yuehen did not refuse, and took Deng Jiaoyue into his arms with a big hand.
Then the figure flashed and disappeared in front of the hillside.
The charming voice came from the depths of the mountains.
One day passed again, and two figures, a man and a woman, appeared in front of Tiancheng.
"I'm here, the ants of the Jiuyou Clan, why don't you come out and die!"
Xiao Yuehen's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The next moment, Xiao Yuehen's figure flashed and he jumped into the air.
Behind Xiao Yuehen, terrifying forces soared into the sky.
"Senior Brother Yuehen, wait for me!"
Deng Jiaoyue looked at Xiao Yuehen who was rising into the sky, and she quickly followed him with an angry look.
Scanning the entire Celestial City, I saw that the Celestial City was extremely empty, and not even a single person was seen.
"The ants of the Nine Nether Clan dare to kill my demon clan saint and the son of the demon king. Why don't they dare to come out now?"
"Is it possible that you were frightened when you saw me coming here?"
Leng Ao's voice sounded in the void and quickly spread to every corner of Tiancheng.
"Scared out of your wits?"
"Just you, you're not qualified!"
A cold voice came, and the next moment, I saw Mo Wentian coming through the sky.
Behind Mo Wentian were the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan and Chi Xiao and others. On Mo Wentian's left and right shoulders, Xiaojiao and Huantian stood even more arrogantly.
"Not qualified?"
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
The mocking voice sounded in the void, and Xiao Yuehen looked at Mo Wentian in the void, with even more contempt for Wushuang in his eyes.
In the void, the highest cultivation level can only reach the perfection state of the Great Heaven, and there are even early and middle stage warriors of the Great Heaven.
You must know that in the eyes of the powerful Tianjun, the Great Heavenly Perfection is no different than an ant, let alone Xiao Yuehen, a powerful person in the middle stage of Tianjun.
"Senior Brother Xiao, it's not worth getting angry over a bunch of ants!"
Deng Jiaoyue came to Xiao Yuehen's side and said softly.
"This kind of rouge and vulgar powder really stains the eyes of this emperor. Fortunately, you are still a strong man in the middle stage of the Heavenly King, but the taste is so bad!"
A wicked smile appeared on Mo Wentian's lips, and his voice was full of sarcasm.
"you… "
"Senior Brother Xiao, this person is really arrogant. He dares to say that to me. I will kill you!"
As the daughter of the great elder, Deng Jiaoyue was always favored among the demon clan. How had she ever suffered such humiliation
Mo Wentian was mocking her like this in public. At this moment, Deng Jiaoyue's murderous intent was undisguised in her eyes, and she even wanted to kill Mo Wentian as she spoke.
"Junior Sister Jiaoyue!"
When Xiao Yuehen saw this, he shouted coldly and stopped him immediately.
Then his eyes looked at Mo Wentian in front of him. Although his cultivation was not as high as the perfection of the Great Heaven, he felt that it was not simple.
What's more, he didn't believe that there were only a few people left in the entire Jiuyou clan.
Being able to kill the demon saint and the little tiger king, how could there be no strong person among the Jiuyou clan
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you ants, so I just told the demon clan Xiao Yuehen to come here and tell your ancestors to get out and die!"
Xiao Yuehen's eyes were filled with coldness.
"Xiao Yuehen?"
In the void, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Xiao Yuehen.
"Boss, this person is so strong!"
A cold light rose in Xiaojiao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
The aura of Xiao Yuehen in the void has surpassed the early stage of Tianjun and reached the terrifying middle stage of Tianjun.
"Is it strong?"
The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly.
In the middle stage of Tianjun, although he was much stronger than in the early stage of Tianjun, if he wanted to kill Mo Wentian, he was still far behind!
"Who are you? I'm talking to you, why don't you go quickly?"
Xiao Yuehen looked at Mo Wentian standing proudly in the sky and said with a cold face.
Behind Xiao Yuehen, Deng Jiaoyue also looked at Mo Wentian with a twinkling look on her face.
"I am the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan you mentioned!"
"Mo Wentian!"
Looking at Xiao Yuehen, Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely indifferent.
"Are you the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan?"
Xiao Yuehen snorted coldly. He originally thought that the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan had at least reached the realm of the Heavenly King.
But I didn’t expect that it would only be the perfection of the Great Heaven!
"Yes, I am the Emperor!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with coldness and arrogance.
"I want to ask you, did you kill the saint of my demon tribe?"
As if remembering something, Xiao Yuehen took a step forward and asked coldly.
"Are you talking about the little scaly snake sitting on the fox?"
Mo Wentian paused slightly, pretending to be solemn, and asked instead without answering.
"Small scale snake?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Yuehen felt waves in his heart.
The true identity of the demon saint is a secret that even the powerful Heavenly Lord will never be able to see.
He also learned from the elders' mouths, otherwise even he would not have known that the saint's true form turned out to be a seven-colored scaled snake.
"Tsk tsk..."
"Actually, that little scaly snake looks pretty good, with long legs, a thin waist, and an alien look. It's much better than the one next to you!"
Mo Wentian pretended to reminisce, and sighed with his eyes slightly narrowed.
The appearance of the demon saint is countless times more beautiful than the current Deng Jiaoyue. He, Xiao Yuehen, has also admired the saint for many years.
But the son of the demon king also fell in love with the saint, so he lost the chance. This has always been a thorn in Xiao Yuehen's heart. Being touched by Mo Wentian like this, Xiao Yuehen's eyes flickered with cold light.
"Boy, are you saying that you killed the saint of our demon clan?"
The sound of cold drinks makes people shudder.
"That's right, not only the demon saint, but also the little tiger king, howling moon wolf..."
"All the people from your demon tribe died at the hands of this emperor!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with coldness and arrogance.
"good!"
"very good!"
Seeing Mo Wentian admitting, Xiao Yuehen's eyes became colder and colder.
"oh!"
"I have forgotten one thing. That demon saint was not killed by me, but by your demon king's son, the Little Tiger King!"
"You don't even know how miserable and desperate the demonic saint's death was!"
Mo Wentian looked at the furious Xiao Yuehen, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said calmly.
"Die a miserable death?"
"Boy, today I will make you die even more miserably. Not only that, but all the members of your Jiuyou Clan will die!"
Xiao Yuehen's voice was extremely vicious.
Mo Wentian killed the Saint of the Demon Clan and the son of the Demon King of the Demon Clan. This simply showed that the Demon Clan was not taken seriously!
This is a great shame!
Mo Wentian must die, and the Jiuyou Clan must be exterminated. Only in this way can the Demon Clan's face be saved!